Our world is cruel, and stupid is one who does not understand or does not recognize this. The notorious law of the jungle and natural selection – all this scientifically explains cruelty, gives it meaningfulness. And, strangely enough, this feature of the surrounding world was created not by man, but by nature itself. Strong animals devour the weak, so it was always. The problem is that a person, in theory, does not need to harm his fellow humans, because he is already at the top of the food chain and he does not need to adapt, survive. But cruelty in human society did not diminish from this.
People do harm not only to themselves, but to all living things, mostly for pleasure, either for stupidity or for some kind of gain. But none of these reasons, as for me, has no justification.
The protagonist of the text of V. Astafiev in the final scene asks God to give all the cruel people of mercy. But, it seems to me, if something is to be asked, then prudence. As Theodore Roosevelt said: “I think that worse than the cruelty of the heart, there can be only one quality – the softness of the brain.” If people are any smarter, they would understand that poor animals are not to blame for anything; that weak or sick people who are incapable of standing up for themselves are not to blame for anything; that cruelty is not an option, and it is possible to solve problems peacefully. And then our world would become much kinder, and the people themselves. It would be nicer for him to live.
“A girl in a red coat,
But the tick can not be killed at this time – he, numb, sleeps in rotten stumps, under the bark and under the bark, but the bird in that area has wiped out all the dirt. And the birds were there, birds! Already poisoned, but still alive, able to move, the bird-grouse, black grouse, hazel grouses flew out at sunrise, warmed themselves and fell dead on a narrow path, and so many of them fell, that when I walked in the spring along this path, under my feet I had crunched bird skeletons and ankle-length boots, went into the pen, and it was hard and viscous to go, as if gently sinking moss. But I walked, walked, blinded by tears, and could not curse, but I prayed some half-forgotten passage from the old prayer, myself, my children, all the people, so carefree and cruel: “God, mercy repay me, and mercy repay me. and mercy. “(According to V. Astafyev)